“I didn’t think you would.”
Dick’s hands were clenched and his breast heaving. He stood staring at his malignant and persistent enemy, his heart overflowing with anger.
Bunol was languidly triumphant, his contemptuous glance an irritating insult, his triumphant smile like a stinging blur in the face of the duped lad.
“Fooled!” muttered Dick bitterly.
“Completely,” nodded Bunol.
He was enjoying his triumph to the fullest. He felt that this was his hour, and he meant to make the most of it.
It was a moment when a weak boy in Dick’s place would have collapsed. Dick did not. Although astonished and dismayed for the moment, he showed no sign of weakness.
Bunol laughed harshly.
“You have pretty good nerves,” he admitted; “but I think you do not yet understand the situation. Look, Merriwell, you are in my power!”
“Where do you obtain the power?”